Writers Mean More Than They Say And

The Soul Is No Longer Honored As It Once Was, But It Still Keeps Appetite From Being The Measure Of All Things.

Many Pains Are Imaginary, But All Joys Are Real.

My Mother Wanted To Shrink From My Clinging, But Did Not.

Talent Shuffles The Deck. Genius Brings A New Deck.

Life Is Used Up All The Same, Whether We Save, Spend, Or Waste It.